Getting Caught in My Car goes terribly wrong!

The backseat of my car reeked of cheap perfume and desperate lust. I was bent over the seat, my denim skirt hiked up around my waist, thong pulled aside to expose my glistening, shaved cunt. He was behind me, his cock slamming into my pussy, the wet slapping sounds filling the car. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingers digging into my soft flesh. I could feel his balls swinging against my clit with each thrust, the sensation making me moan louder. Suddenly, the car door flew open. A flashlight beam hit my face, blinding me. A cop stood there, his mouth agape at the sight of my ass in the air, my pussy dripping with fuck juice. “What the fuck do we have here?” he growled, his hand moving to his gun belt, adjusting his bulging cock. My boyfriend froze, his dick still buried inside me. The cop’s eyes gleamed with perverse interest, his hand slowly unzipping his pants, revealing his thick, hard cock. “Don’t stop on my account,” he rasped, stroking himself. My boyfriend hesitated, then began to fuck me again, harder this time, his hips pounding against my ass. The cop watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hand moving faster on his shaft. I could feel another orgasm building, the mixture of fear and excitement heightening my senses. The cop’s eyes locked onto my face, his mouth twisted in a cruel smile. “Cum for me, slut,” he commanded. My body obeyed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as my boyfriend’s cock pounded into me. The cop grunted, his hand moving faster, his cock swelling. He came with a roar, hot cum spraying onto my back. My boyfriend followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed. The cop zipped up, a satisfied smile on his face. “Let’s keep this between us,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat before walking away, leaving us in a mess of sweat, cum, and regret.